Paroles de Moonchild Domain

The witchborn queen, leader of demonic whores Profane mistress, captor of sin Sworn to feed the ill and the weak And bring their women and men into temptation Eliza, the whore of the night Attends the sabbath, the theatre of lust The hunter is in the ring, caressing folds of flesh - Diabolical intercourse profound She who brings horror to the insane And haunts the sick and its kind Selector of innocent holy infants Tempting their flesh, poisoning their mind The young harlot, who acts by the trust of her fate Cursed beneath the hands of doom, the grand master of hate For her and hers the bells chime Damnation's own Evil superior siren, moonchild domain A sculpture for the holy to burn